Lucius

It's been raining for the past week. I hate this weather. I lie about liking it at times. But today, December 3rd, 2004, is when everything will feel wrong. Fridays are supposed to feel free, like a long week from work, school is over, until Monday arrives again, but this Friday wasn't like that.

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The keys of the front door are heard from the inside of the apartment. Friday, off work and I could finally see Lucius again. Every Friday was like that. Today we had a date, special, I know. We usually just hung out at my house or went out on walks, but due to the rain and our jobs and school, it was hard. I knew it would keep raining until later, but Lucius said it was okay as long as we stayed in doors. Though, I have to add, this is a good way of leading me away from the miscommunication we've been having.

Lucius

Formal clothing, smelling good, hair looks good, I'm ready to go. I in fact make it there rather early. I stayed on my phone until I heard the familiar voice ring both of my eardrums. I looked up. You. You looked beautiful than any other day. I smiled, slightly, noticing the umbrella on your hand and how you just casually hold it with one hand, knowing how bad the rain was. I clenched my jawline, letting you sit down next to me. The date went good, great actually. Hours had past, like usual when we hung out.

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"Lucius, why don't you ever hold my hand out in public as much?" The question was obviously abrupt, but it made him go silent for a minute, making me anxious. He answered, but his answer was very closed off. I demanded a blunt answer, but hinting I wanted one. This made him go into a slight defensive tone, but remained his cool. I clenched my jawline, replying back, knowing the situation will escalate further. Then, randomly, it turned into the bigger problems we had, what we've been talking about for days now, my ex. We talked, but he has been making slight comments about how he wants me back. Lucius was very closed off about his feelings towards this, but I didn't know what all this connected to my ex. I knew he was afraid of losing me. Seeing him like this made me wanna burst into a ball and cry my eyes out. I made him think back at the times I told him nothing was going on, how my ex was just trying to do stupid stuff, how I only wanted Lucius and only him, but I guess that wasn't enough, was it. The argument turned into both of us leaving to our own seperate ways. The rain helping my tears get swiped away from my face. The way was my type of comfort, something I had a soft spot for forever.

Lucius

I felt guilty of my harsh words and actions. I missed her. I wish I could fix everything and not cause such dumb arguments was all I was thinking while sitting on a wet bench on an empty park, letting my thoughts consume me completely. I didn't know what to do.